Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story
- Автор: Lister Ann
- Серия: Sheet Music #1
- Год: 2011
- Язык: голландский
- Год: Lulu.com
- ISBN: 9781105173578
- Жанр: Прочая древняя литература
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“I’m speechless. This is so beautiful and it is sort of like I imagined it would be.”
Michael smiled. “How so?”
“Well, it’s very dark and masculine - like you. And that bed, well, that speaks for itself. Typical of a bachelor on the prowl,” Annie giggled, a shiver of arousal creeping through her body at the thought of being in that bed with him.
Michael laughed as he pulled open the vertical blinds to the wall of windows. “I’ll have you know, you are the first female, besides Bonita - and she doesn’t count, that has seen this room redecorated.”
“Hmmm, after it was redecorated? What about before that?” she teased.
“I don’t remember that far back,” he laughed.
“That’s okay. I’m not sure I want to know,” Annie replied, her eyes darting around the room and then stopping on his guitars. “I can’t wait to start playing again,” she sighed.
“All in good time. Maybe you should think about having that rest now.”
“I’d rather take a bath. Do you have a bathtub? I can’t remember the last time I had a long, hot bath.”
Annie’s eyes widened further when she saw the bathroom. “I can’t believe you have all this room for one guy, and I bet you don’t even use this tub!”
“Nope. Showers are a lot quicker and I’m usually in a rush to go somewhere,” he answered, turning on the gold water spigot to fill the tub. Then he reached for a thick, black towel and placed it nearby for Annie to use. Quietly, she watched him move around the room, making adjustments to the lights and the water temperature.
“Do you have a plastic bag I could use to cover my cast?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be right back.”
Michael disappeared downstairs and Annie pushed herself into the bedroom. Only in books had she ever seen a bedroom as breathtaking as this. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The room even smelled like him, she thought, and it made her smile. It was even better than her fantasies.
While Michael was gone, she found the cane from the hospital and made her way slowly to her suitcase. Whenever she stood, the pain in her leg was blinding. After finding her pain medication, she immediately took two pills and sighed. The last thing she wanted was for Michael to see the depth of her distress. Around him, she found herself putting on a brave face when all she really wanted to do was numb the throbbing pangs of agony in her leg through self-medication.
Annie quickly undressed and slipped on a satin robe from her suitcase and piled her silky hair loosely on top of her head. She shivered at the thought of being naked in Michael’s bedroom and glanced toward his bed. The comforter was thick with paisley colors of black, swirls of plum and hunter green. The Egyptian cotton sheets were a deep shade of plum to match the comforter. Two pillows on each side sat upright against the heavy dark, hand-carved headboard. Annie was in the process of investigating the type of wood the bed was made of when Michael entered the room.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were undressed,” he said.
“It’s okay, Michael. You’ve seen me naked before - unless you’ve forgotten about that already,” she smiled.
Michael shifted his weight uneasily in the doorway, almost afraid to move. “Not a chance in hell I could forget about that,” he answered, toying with the plastic bag in his hand.
“Is that for me?” she asked, eying the bag.
“Yes.”
“Great. Can you help me put it on?”
Michael nodded and slowly approached her. Annie eased herself down onto the edge of the bed and extended her encased foot on the carpet. The satin robe slid off her thigh and fully exposed her right leg, all the way to her hip. Annie left it open and watched Michael as he knelt down before her. His eyes were glued to her bare skin and a flushed expression of shock and lust was visible on his face. Without saying a word, Michael placed her wounded foot on his thigh then tentatively began to run his finger tips over her velvet flesh.
Annie’s heart beat loudly in her chest and she closed her eyes. She quivered when his fingers stopped inches from her pulsing mound, her breath caught sharply in her dry throat.
“You have beautiful legs,” he whispered, his crystal blue eyes drifting up to meet hers.
“Not any more.”
“They are to me.” he answered, slipping the trash bag over her cast and securing it with a rubber band. “Do you need help getting into the tub?”
Annie nodded.
“Then put your arms around my neck,” he instructed, “and hold on.” In one quick motion, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Then delicately set her on the edge of the marble tub. “Enjoy your bath,” he said, kissing the nape of her neck and then stepping toward the door.
“You’re leaving?” she asked, suddenly feeling deserted.
“I thought you might want some privacy,” he replied, inching his way back toward the tub. “Why? Do you want me to stay?” he asked with a hopeful tone to his voice.
Annie nodded, unnerved by her own invitation, then swallowed hard and droped the satin robe off her shoulders and onto the floor. She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Can you help me into the water?” she asked, her voice weak and shaky.
Michael stood frozen, his eyes burning down the length of her spine and stopped when they reached the outward curve of her hips. He could just barely see the crack of her bottom. Quickly, his groin responded to the visual stimulation. He exhaled heavily and moved to her side.
“Okay. Give me your foot and slide that way into the water,” he suggested, trying desperately not to stare. When she was safely submerged, with her foot elevated onto a dry ledge, he sat beside the tub on a marble step and rested his elbow on the edge.
“Is the water too hot?” he asked, adjusting himself in his pants to reduce the ache in his crotch.
“No. It’s perfect,” she replied, reaching for a face cloth and lathering it up with soap.
Michael’s eyes languidly crept over her. The memory of being in bed with her returned with the force and speed of a tornado. Everything about her aroused him. Even the very sound of her voice gave him chills.
“Would you like to do this?” she asked, breaking his trance.
“Do what? Bathe you?” he asked, stumbling over his words.
Annie nodded with an innocent grin and handed him the face cloth.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Well, you bathed me while I was in the hospital, didn’t you?”
Michael quickly sat upright, stunned by her remark. “Annie, that was one time and only because I wasn’t about to let that guy touch your body,” he replied, his voice defensive.
Annie beamed. “That guy was a male nurse,” she teased, “And it was his job.”
“I didn’t care if he was a priest. He wasn’t putting his hands on you. If any guy was going to touch you, it was going to be me.” Michael studied her expression. “Why? Are you mad?”
“No, I’m not mad. I only wish I could have been awake to enjoy it!”
Michael’s face softened as he began to slide the face cloth down her neck and over her shoulders. “How did you find out?”
“The day nurse told me. She thought it was romantic.”
“It wasn’t perverse, Annie. I only did what I’d seen the nurses do at night and that was it.”
Annie bent in close to his face and brushed his lips with hers. “Are you going to tell me it didn’t excite you to touch my body?”
Michael opened his mouth and sighed against her lips. He could feel the soft rush of her sweet breath and saw the lust in her eyes. His soapy hand drifted onto her left breast and began to gently knead the flesh between his fingers. Then he smiled lovingly.